They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist. “What’s wrong?” He asked as she shifted awkwardly. I dared not sing, I dared not laugh, except when you went away. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. Brown, Lucy, and Martin Chen were at the center of the joyous horde. Must be plenty of work for you to do.
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